Bricks of delusionsMade of the clay of formAnd the straw of conceptionsFired in the kiln of no compassionMake a very solid houseInto which the Big Wrathful Wolfof LiberationCan't get in.Not by the hairOn my chinny chin chin.

If the beginning of the earthwere to happen again today,My Goddess,I would serve you well.

Time drags at our feet,and the millenial roll of the starsLays a stilling hand upon our thoughts;Our eyes do not always recognize each other.Later, in a moment of remembrance,We will find ourselves, too late.

I bust loose in this world,without a watch to tell me timeI drift. My eyes bleed,they bleed straight from the heart.

I bury my knife to the hilt in concrete.I look at you -- your deal --you deal me the Ace of clubs.I give you swords,You offer me cups.I wander all the streets at night to fill you up.

There is no dealer.I break at the moment of violence,I laugh at the instant of joy,I bring you the fruits of the earth in the hour of labor when the sun goes down amid the cries of babes surrendering at the breast.This is my testament --All that I have gathered in my sinful hands.For you, my Goddess, have I sinned,and conquered heathen lands.

Somebody's wearin' a skull necklace 'round the place 2-nite, She's dancin' in the moonlight, shinin' mighty bright, She's dancin' dressed in scarlet, under the dim barlight. No one knows why she does it, her smile is so sincere, But when lips curl back and canines snap Even grown men fear, Becuz somebody's wearin' a Skull necklace tonight, A girl so sweet is rarely seen by those with human sight, Yes somebody's wearin' a Skull necklace tonight, and if you wanna dance with her Be sure you treat her right!

Slip click drop shell into chamberTurn pull triggerTake you out fathersuckerDon't know where you came fromWhy you won't dieBut tell you whatYou'll have to stampthis nigger's ass "DEAD"Before I eat one tiny pieceOf your shit.Your spell book's so longI get tired just reading one page of it,Still sometimes I'd like tocut a deal with you and getthe skinny on how, where, what, whyand oh what the hellIt's outta the questionlike Saddam Hussein tryingto buy a Patriot missile,Just not gonna happen now is it.So, there's no way to learnbut to go rounds with youand I've done it ...Your tiny signature,Your perfect arguments,Your "we'd be pleased,"Your acid pen,But I surprised you, didn't I?I surprised you when I got so crazyand so disciplinedWhen I hopped your barbed wireand my witnesses laughed at your faceAnd money meant shitWhen fire and lead fed the daySweet combat --My boot kicking down your doorPointing that muzzlePulling that trigger --Ooh, that had to hurt.

I've got a stranger destination,Behind the locked codeOf your eyes,And the means of infiltration,Besides.When I want you,It's not because of Anything I've ever known before,It sparks and fliesOver the darkening skies,And there are a thousand chorusesSinging in your eyes,Besides.

It was the Night before ChristmasAnd all down the road,The truckers were pullingTheir Chinese loads

Haulin' that crapTo Wal-Mart and suchSo we can bury our kidsUnder a mountain of junk

Only assholes hate ChristmasLeast that's what they saidAnd when he heard it a lightbulbburned out in his head

He flipped into overdriveAnd picked up his suitHe was a jolly old fellaWith bombs in his boots

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

Well he made a long listOf bad boys and girlsWe'd be better off losingFrom this great big world

Millionaires, Billionaires,Trillionaires, friendsBankers and lawyersThe ones who know best

He tucked that list in his suicide vest,Headed out on the freewayTo the Vegas strip

He was dressed real nicely for his final actWasn't gonna stick aroundfor a heart attack

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

He called himself in to 911Said he was headed for Caesar's to have some funLoaded for bear, let the SWAT team come,They're welcome to die, every goddamn one

Security parted like the Damn Red SeaWhen Moses stretched outhis rod, you see,He was a smilin' mass of notoriety

He was a Suicide SantaWith tears in his eyesFor his message to the worldHe was happy to dieSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, dooSuicide SantaDoo, doo, doo, doo

He cleared out the dealersFrom the gambling hallTo the poor broke playersHe gave it all

He told the band to play White Christmas,and to the showgirls said sit down,saying, "I'm not ready yet to blow this town"

That seemed to relax the tension a notch He lit himself a stogie And asked for some scotch With his boots on the table, He savored a sipAnd said to the cameras "What a helluva trip," Here I threaten to kill 'em Now I'm in the chips"

And then the radiant days of summer cameto wash away indifferent pain,to grow the leaves of green againand warm the bones of tired old menextend the playtimes of the youngThe days of summer came again.

The days of summer came againand we as well arrived,in pickup trucks and colored tentsin hippy garb and Wal Mart threadsin Winnebagos, jeeps and beetles,on motorbikes and even jet-skiswasting time and drinking beernot even feeling slightly queer,The days of summer come againand we together all with them.

The foolish American people ridea roller coaster up one side forevermounting high it's summer alwaystill we die, the days of summer come againour thoughts drift southward to our friends;The fruits grow heavy, the tree boughs bend,The days of summer come again.

As I rode home just yesternight I heard the banshee scream,And a strange wind came from the wild fen, and my heart began to grieve.I laid the lash to my horse's flank and spurred her through the dark;Her shoes struck hard in the moistened earth;Her hooves flung flying sod.The oaks along the river bank were shook as by a storm,And as I dodged their tossing arms I prayed to the Blessed One.I left the winding river road at the base of the Eastern hills,But behind still followed an evil laughter, the omen of sorrow and ills.Still urging on my faithful mare, whose mane seemed touched with elfish fire,We bounded over the tumbled stones and leapt the tangled briars.As I crested the knoll I sought the light of my cottage below in the vale --Only dark met my eyes -- in the meaningless night I heard the departing wail.The spell was broke and filled at once as my horse blew a shuddering breath.We both looked around at the glittering sky as silent and strange as death.Down in the valley I wandered all night, 'till dawn came to seal my despair,And away in the village, the people, all strange, regard me with awe and chagrin,And kindly say, "Sir, in the place that you name, there's never a house that has been."